December 12, 2006
1/2 day off
Love is in the air! Wim is getting married. Wim, who once took all of fifth north out on a date, is in love.
I here news from the Hot Toddy and Pudding and Pie are makening the sweet courtship loven.
Linnea and her Prof make-out (hear-say).
Two of the essays at work are all about the date night.
I've been known to dance with the dishwasher.
Libba, Tacy, the new Shimpfs,miss. Howard and mr. catacombs,me and that one guy with the grey hair,Keri and ELK (rough patch but they are going to be BFF), Earl and Hope (they will get together for Christmas and light a Yule log).
People love!
It is a freaken EVERYWHERE!!
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August 15, 2006
For Two Hundred Alex
Tell me, whos car did I just buy? It is a 1973 Ford Grand Torino and ______ drove this car to fight crime in the TV cop show with a similar name. More new pics on flickr!
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June 15, 2006
My shoes are on top of the world
Tonight I was going to go to the play
Five: the Sum of Us but I was looking for shoes for Jessi's wedding and missed the opening act. I did not find my shoes. Jessi wants me to get sexy silver shoes and the only ones that I found which were sexy yet wedding-ish were $$$450$$$.00. I let them stay at home and will look else where. I did find really nice soap so I will smell expensive even if my shoes turn out to be from Pay*Less.
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February 28, 2006
PSST...touch your nose and keep it under your hat
Now just to be clear you don't have to put your hat under your nose
or your nose in your hat.
i was thinking who would I be friends with if I lived in Boston alone?
I made a list and it included the celtics and the bruins.
I gather from this that I would make friends with depressed writers and high powered CEOS.
then I sat back and it became clear that from the names on my list I would only have imaginary friends...
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January 30, 2006
On the need of moderation
No room for Sprit
I got drunk again last night.
I came home to drink of you.
when I took you in my mouth
I promised
• As my gums stung
• And the back of my head remembered
I’d tasted before.
When I fondled ideas of temperance-
I gave up tasting you
to bite my lip.
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January 22, 2006
somethings you do for money others for social norms
In about an hour and a half I will be at it again. Small talk pervades my life.
Blah, blah….laughter…oh, blah. I’ll go to work and bring people pancakes and a bit of my personality in the form of small talk. A few hours ago I was engaged in small talk with all people from Church. We all ask each other the same awful questions and are forced to try and think of cute little jokes while grinning. Is this passing the Peace?
What is most annoying about small talk is that I am good at making people feel comfortable and feel like they know me. People then make the assertion of oh, Hope she is just like…blah. I don’t disappoint. I reflect nicely what people expect and then get annoyed when we never have meaningful conversations.
WHAT I WANT is for someone to say the words the song we just sang were profound because….
Instead I fall victim to small talk and again and say “oh, I am not a student. I am working here in Boston. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah…laughter..
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January 12, 2006
Like a Hot Dog
I don’t often get the hankering for Indian food. Before I went to India it was exotic and not knowing the names for dishes was cute. After eating Indian food for months it became ordinary and then tiresome. Americans have so much variety in the food we eat on a daily bases. I went to eat pizza while I was in India not because I really like pizza but to alleviate the monotony.
Currently in my fridge is paper mashla dosa. It is not exactly the fried dish I hated in India but ever so close. I brought it home to allow my loved ones here in Boston to partake of and then see their reactions. I am guessing that they will all love it. My taste buds may have enjoyed it had it been presented at a different time of day but as a breakfast food I would have to say - no.
Why do I have Indian food at all in my apartment? I think that is because I went to the Natural History Museum today. As I was looking at a bat that I saw at the Bangalore airport I suddenly really wanted Indian food. This bat is not normally the kind of thing that makes you crave food. It had a body the size of a small monkey and a wingspan to match. It looked friendly all stuffed with straw but in when it is flying over your head it is a bit creepy. Vampire movies would try to use this bat and fail because it looks unreal.
So after learning that Sperm Whales have pelvic bones I left to find an Indian restaurant. When I enter Indian restaurants now I just want to start off by saying: “lets just cut the BS buddy. I am a women and I am going to offend you because that is what western women are good at doing. Now please may I …”. I don’t think I will ever do that but my desire to do so most likely means I will not be good at being in the Peace Corps.
I gather just enough Indian food to remind me of where I am at in the world. I sit in front of a church and eat my food all mixed together to make the taste perfect. After finishing my lunch I am struck by two important facts:
1. Still no huge bats-good.
2. I miss adventure but am afraid of making a bad choice.
After returning from the gym two days ago Tami and I saw a skunk. Not the human kind but the smelly kind running under a house. Was that adventure?
Indian food is like hot dogs to me. It is not something I want but not something I won’t eat. At times I crave hot dogs at ball games and on the fourth. At times I crave comfort and adventure at the same time.
This is my last day off until the 19th
But
With the 19th cometh Courtney!
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January 09, 2006
Japan's Party
Today is Coming of Age day in Japan. Today is coming of age day in the best of all possible all worlds. In reference to my last entry Lisa (Linnea) came home and taught me so much. At first my blog was a bit GOD BLESS AMERICA but now it is a happy land with beautiful color and a picture I like.
I feel that with a few bad romance novels I'd be living on the edge and being of age. Most importantly and of no relation to Japan I will start back up with belly dancing on the marrow. Yes, tis true I am now out of beginners and on to props. I've been warming up my finger cymbals all night.
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